Dear Diary,

Disappointment number one has been remedied. In other words, Hedda Hopper sent me a copy of her “My Hat’s Off to You” tribute to Bob Hope. It is really swell. As a rule she ends by saying, “And so my hat’s off to you, — —,” but she ended this one by saying, “My hat isn’t just off to you, Bob. My hat is YOURS!” It was awfully nice of her to send me a copy of it, and I’m certainly going to write her and tell her so. A thing like that encourages a person to write fan letters. I might even get up enough courage to write Bob Hope. I haven’t had the strength to do it yet.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper said today that Danny Kaye is in Hollywood waiting to be cast in a picture. She said she hoped they would team him with Bob Hope, because they would make a great team. I don’t know much about Danny Kaye, but I at least one half of the team would be great.

I read an article by Dorothy Kilgallen, called “If I Were the Queen of Hollywood.” She said first of all that Bob Hope would be her court jester. Later in the article she said, “I’d have Dorothy Lamour wear the old sweater and cap and let Bing Crosby and Bob Hope wear the sarong.” No! Keep Bob in that black sweater!

Dear Diary,

Ever since Hedda Hopper started her feature, “My Hat’s Off to You,” I’ve been waiting patiently for her to get around to Bob Hope. So today I cam home from the U. S. O. at 6:30, pick up the paper and read that today Bob Hope gets Hedda Hopper’s “Hat’s Off” tribute. I was so disappointed at having missed it that I wrote her and asked for a copy of it. I doubt if I’ll get it, but there’s certainly no harm in trying.

I saw “Fantasia” tonight. It was a beautiful piece of work. I could see it again and enjoy it just as much.

Dear Diary,

I heard on Hedda Hopper’s program today that it wasn’t Bob Hope’s secretary who is suing him after all. It’s his sister-in-law. She is suing him for $2.900 for secretarial work she has done for him. In reprisal, Bob has filed suit against his brother, Jimmy, who borrowed $14,000 from Bob and “forgot” to pay it back. It sounds like a great big mess to me. For some strange reason I get the idea that I wouldn’t especially like Mr. Jim Hope or his wife—especially his wife. I guess that’s a silly thing to say though, since I don’t know anything about the deal, except what I read and hear on the radio. It might be a different matter if I knew all about it.

Dear Diary,

On Hedda Hopper’s feature, “My Hat’s Off to You,” she took her hat off to Bing Crosby. She gets closer every week, but if she doesn’t hurry up and take her “hat off” to Bob Hope, I’m going to get mad. (I guess I’ll get mad.) I often find it rather difficult to realize that not everyone likes him as much as I do. However, I know she does like him some, because I’ve heard her say several times what a swell guy she thinks he is. And speaking of Bing, as I was at first, Hedda said he was in an automobile accident and was treated for minor injuries to his lip. He was released from the hospital after packs were applied.

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper today that Hedda Hopper’s newest short subject is booked for early release. That’s the one which deals with the program Bob Hope gave for 5000 sailors at Long Beach, despite President Roosevelt’s taking his air time for an address. Hedda had the show filmed and put it in her short subject, Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood.

Kay Kyser gave Horace Heidt and Dallas a pretty good plug tonight. One of the questions was: “What ochestra leader, now at the Majestic Theater in Dallas, Texas, features tripple-tonguing trumpets?” The man answered Horace Heidt immediately. Speaking of Horace, I decided Saturday that, next to Bob Hope, he has about the purtiest shoulders in the world.

Dear Diary,

I tuned in to Hedda Hopper’s program today just in time to hear her say “—Bob Hope.” I think she was talking about the Victory Caravan, because she went on and said a little about it, but not another word about Bob. There’s nothing that makes me madder than to hear somebody talk about Bob Hope and me completely ignorant of what they’re saying. I guess it’s just my feminine curiosity. Speaking of curiosity, I think I’ll write Bob and ask him about that letter I picked up that he threw out of the bus Monday night. I put a few pieces together and something puzzles me. I want to know if it started “Hello, Bobbie,” or “Hell, Bobbie.” I couldn’t see all of it.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper informed me today that all Bob Hope’s work wasn’t in vain after all. She said, “Because of President Roosevelt’s address to the nation last night, you missed the Bob Hope–Elsie Janis show, but I didn’t, and the whole thing will be in my newest ‘Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood’ short subject. The show was given exclusively for 5000 sailors stationed at Long Beach. Elsie Janis was the sweetheart of the A.E.F. in the last war, and Bob Hope is the greatest entertainer of those men’s sons.

“She’s a great gal, that Elsie Janis—and Bob Hope is no slouch, either.”

Besides seeing the short subject, I may get to hear it Saturday morning if it’s sent to the armed forces by short wave. If it wasn’t recorded last week, I guess I’ll just have to wait.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper was talking about the Victory Caravan today. She said she heard Bob Hope and Jerry Colonna rehearsing a telephone conversation in which Bob is supposed to be Mussolini trying to get Hitler on the phone. (He never does.) Then she went into detail about Bob’s plans for the next two or three weeks. She said he would take his entire radio show with him to eight major cities  on the route, act as master of ceremonies for all performances of the Caravan, take his radio show to army camps while on the tour, and come back immediately to start work in a Sam Goldwyn picture. (She named other things, too, but I can’t remember them all.) She called it the most ambitious program ever undertaken by a Hollywood personality.

Dear Diary,

I guess “My Favorite Blonde” is a better picture than I expected, because today Walter Winchell gave it, and Bob Hope, a New Yorchid in his column.

Hedda Hopper said today that Buddy De Sylva is planning a picture whose cast will include every start at Paramount, such as Bing Crosby, Bob Hope, Fred Astaire, Rochester, etc. That’s something I’ve been wishing someone would do for a long time. I’ll bet there would be little or no trouble getting people inside theaters, since their favorite will probably be in the picture. Hedda Hopper also said that on the set of “The Road to Morocco” the other day there was a call for a chimpanzee and a parrot that does not curse. Frankly I didn’t know there was any such thing.

Dear Diary,

Linda Darnell visited Sunset today. She came in my Latin class during the last period. I sit on the front row, so I got a very close view. I actually believe she’s got everything they say she has, because even at that close range she was a dream, and I never saw such a complexion. Wow! This was the second time I have seen her, because I saw her on the Majestic stage in connection with her first picture, “Hotel for Women.”

Hedda Hopper said today that in “The Road to Morocco” Bob Hope again dresses as a woman—his own aunt. She said that she, for one, was tired of seeing comedians dressed as women. Jack Benny did it in “Charley’s Aunt,” Bob did it “Nothing But the Truth,” William Powell did it in “Love Crazy,” Joe E. Brown will do it in his forthcoming picture, “Shut My Big Mouth,” and not Bob does it again! I can’t say that I blame Hedda one bit.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper mentioned a little about Bob Hope and Bing Crosby on her program today. She merely said that Bob Hope and Bing Crosby made over $60,000 for the Red Cross in their three appearances in Texas, and that at times the crowds were so thick they had to play golf on top of them. That’s pretty nearly true too. I hope she gained her information from Bob first hand, because that would mean that he got back to Hollywood in time to get in one or two rehearsals for his radio program tomorrow night. At the game I heard hi say that he would be on and that his guest would be Babe Ruth (if available), but I thought he might have changed his mind and stayed to see the finals f the Texas Opens in San Antonio.

Dear Diary,

On Hedda Hopper’s program today she said, “When Bob Hope was asked to donate some of his blood to help in C.B. de Mille’s drive for blood for the Red Cross, Bob replied, ‘I’ve given my life’s blood to Paramount, but, C.B., if there’s a drop lieft in me, you’re welcome to it.'”

Dorothy Lamour was Fred Allen’s guest tonight. He asked her if she didn’t get tired of working with animals. She said, “Yes, it does get rather tiresome. I’ve worked with lions, tigers, monkeys, snakes, apes, gorillas, Bing Crosby, Bob Hope—” Allen described Bing Crosby as a bundle for Britain that had lost its string. He said Bob’s face looked like a scythe covered with flesh. He said he saw Hope in technicolor, and he came out a dirty pastel Fred and Dorothy spent about ten minutes talking about nothing but Bob and Bing.

Dear Diary,

In Hedda Hopper’s column today she said, “Skinnay Ennis, in ‘Sleepy Time Gal,’ says he could act much better if they’d only turn out the klieg lights. Bob Hope says if they did that, he’d look like an X-ray.”

Watching Mother put on her girdle today reminded me of a cute gag Bob Hope pulled last night. He said, “A lot of women are sacrificing their figures for defense. And that’s a good rule for all the ladies—Take the stranglers off you hip and knees to help us strangle the Nipponese.”

I never have heard whether or not I’m to be an air raid messenger. I guess the officials think I’m too young to go out and deliver messages during air raids, darn it. If I can’t do that, I guess I’ll have to try something else, because so far, all I’ve done is buy defense stamps.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper said today that Bob Hope and Bing Crosby are to be two of the many stars on the annual March of Dimes program this year. Bob was on last year, but I don’t believe Bing was. In fact, now that I think about it a little I’m almost positive that he wasn’t. I hope they’re on together, because if they are, they’ll probably sing, and Bob has just got to sing. Whether it’s a solo or a duet it doesn’t matter, because I so seldom get a chance to hear him sing that just to hear his merry voice burst forth in song would be a great treat for my hungry ears. (Good gosh! Did that come out of me?) The general idea is that I want to hear Bob sing.

Dear Diary,

I saw in the paper this morning that Bob Hope and Bing Crosby have volunteered their sevices for a Red Cross benefit golf match, along with the Professional Golfer’s Association. Hedda Hopper said the same thing some time ago, but she said something about the tour being in Texas, and the article in the paper said the dates and locations were to be chosen later, to fit in with Bob’s and Bing’s picture assignments. I sure hope Hedda Hopper knew what she was talking about.

I went to the symphony concert today. The guest soloist was the Dealey Award winner Morgan Knott. He is a wonderful pianist all right, but I enjoyed the orchestral part of the concert more than I did his numbers.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope and Rita Hayworth were on Lux Radio Theatre tonight after the play. They were given silver trophies for being the two most photogenerous stars. Not only that, but it was announced that Bob Hope and Hedy Lamarr would be guests on the Lux Radio Theatre in the play “The Bride Came C.O.D.”. Imagine! That’ll mean that Bob Hope kidnaps Hedy Lamarr. I’ll bet he wouldn’t mind. I mean, really!

Hedda Hopper said today that Bing Crosby and Bob Hope are planning that benefit golf tour through Texas that they postponed ten months ago.

Dear Diary,

Mother and I got home today about four o-clock this afternoon. We really had a swell time, but I’m glad to get home anywho.

Today Hedda Hopper was interviewing a Powers Model who’d trying to get into movies. The girl said, “Miss Hopper, do actresses have the right to choose thir own leading men?” Hedda said, “What’s the matter? You don’t want Bob Hope or Cary Grant already, do you?”

That’s what I call good, when Bob is classed as an outstanding leading man like that. (Well, he is one.)

Dear Diary,

I heard several months ago that Bob Hope is going to make a picture for Sam Goldwyn, and Hedda Hopper said today that it will be called “Treasure Chest.”

Kay Kyser tried to imitate Bob Hope again tonight. He had the words okay, but never the voice. He even said, “Sorry, folks, but we’re running late tonight.” Oh, those familiar words. It happens almost every week, darn it!

Dear Diary,

According to the papers and radio magazines, Bob Hope was supposed to be on Hedda Hopper’s program today. Little do they know that he was on last Monday, and by now he is probably back in Hollywood rehearsing for his own program. What I mean is, he wasn’t on today, but in just six days he’ll really start back into the old grind, Thank Goodness!

Dear Diary,

I hadn’t intended to listen to Hedda Hopper today, but I just happened to turn on the radio just before shw cam on. Boy, was I glad I did. Bob Hope was her guest today instead of Wednesday. They were in Milwaukee for the American Legion convention. Hedda introduced Bob to the young mayor of Milwaukee and Bob said, “That handsome young fellow is the mayor? What is this, Boy’s Town?”

Jerry Colonna was on her program too. Bob and Jerry sure sounded good together.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper said today that next week she would attend the American Legion convention in Milwaukee, and that sometime during the week Bob Hope will be her guest.

That will be the first time I’ve heard Bob in months. He won’t be on very long, because the sow lasts only fifteen minutes, but I will get to hear his voice.

Dear Diary,

From Hedda Hopper’s column today: “Bob Hope and Bill Holden are priming turtles for the national turtle race in Dallas on September first. Bob’s ‘Mabel’ was a favorite last year.”

What an event for a city to be famous for! A turtle race! It does a lot of good though, so why not. If it doesn’t cost too much, I think I’ll enter a turtle, and of course, I’ll call it “Bob.”

Dear Diary,

Last September several Dallas columnists commented on how good Bob Hope would be in silent pictures. Today in Hedda Hopper’s column she said: “At Columbia they were speaking of how the talkies ruined so many silent stars, then got to speculating on what would happen if movies went back to the silent days. Director Al Hall believed not over a dozen stars could survive with their pantomime. These included Charlie Chaplin, Bob Hope, Charlie McCarthy, Harpo Marx, Roz Russell, James Cagney, Rochester, Barbara Stanwick, and Jimmy Gleason.”

Dear Diary,

From Hedda Hopper’s column today: “On ‘Louisiana Purchase’ Bob Hope was getting a kick out of working with Victor Moore and doing the craziest things with a set of handlebar mustachios, with Irene Bordoni looking as pretty as when I first saw her, on the sidelines teaching him a French accent.”

Bob tried that accent in “Road to Singapore” and “Road to Zanzibar.”

Dear Diary,

On Hedda Hopper’s radio program today she said, “Hollywood really has a chance to find out how hammy actors are when they turn writers. Today Bob Hope was running all over the set, reading excerts from his new book to anyone who would listen. He came up to me, read a bit of the book aloud and said, ‘Isn’t that funny, Hedda.’ I said, ‘Yes-s, it’s funny. Who wrote it?’ That almost broke up our friendship.”

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper wrote an article about the nicest men in Hollywood. She mentioned about twenty mem, and about half way down the list was Bob Hope. According to Hedda the three nicest men in Hollywood are Eddie Arnold, Jimmie Cagney, and Hank Fonda. I think she has made a pretty darn good choice, and even if Bob wasn’t among the first three, he was mentioned.

Dear Diary,

I actually believe I’m phsycic. Today Hedda Hopper started to give her preview and I said to myself, “I’ll bet it’s ‘Caught In the Draft’,” and doggone if it wasn’t. She said, “‘Caught In the Draft’ will throw you into hysterics.” Then she told a little about the story, and the last thing she said was, “Yes, ‘Caught In the Draft’ will restore your faith in motion pictures. Another feather in Bob Hope’s cap!

Dear Diary,

From Hedda Hopper’s Hollywood: “Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, John Carroll and Mary Healy all begged off work the other day at their studios in order to lpay off a golf match, but ran into Peter Lind Hayes at the club, making a 16mm, color film for his mother’s birthday. So the foursome ended up working for Peter, and his mother is going to get an impromptu opus in color with an all-star cast. Nice going, I calls it!”

Dear Diary,

From Hedda Hopper’s newspaper column today: “Bob Hope says it’s a wise crack that knows its own father.”

Kay Kyser said tonight that he would be a guest on Bing Crosby’s program tomorrow night. That ought to be pretty good, but I’ll bet it won’t be as good as Bob Hope and Kay Kyser were on Bob’s program.

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper said that Paramount ust consider Bob Hope quadruplets, because he had four (eight, as I count) new pictures coming up almost at once.

I went on a skating party today. We almost didn’t make it because of the rain, but is slacked up and we had a swell time.

Dear Diary,

Hedda Hopper told all about the Benny anniversary banquest today. She said that they had a terrible time arranging the speeches because no one wanted to follow Bob Hope—not even Benny. Edgar Bergen said that he and Benny were in vaudeville together. They weakened it so Bob Hope could make the kill. Bob looked over at Jack Benny and said, “Radio does something to your hair. Your forehead’s gone up with your Crossley rating.”

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper mentioned something Bob Hope said in “Nothing But the Truth.” “Speaking of Bob–” she said, “Appearing on Bob Hope’s program, as I did last night, was the most fun I’ve had in years. Bob cut one of the jokes in the script and one of his writers rushed up and said, ‘You can’t to that to my brain-child.’ (He did) As a matter of fact, Bob’s writers have a hard time keeping him from ad-libbing, which is usually much funnier than anything they can cook up.”

I was glad to hear that Bob has started work on “Nothing But the Truth,” with Paulette Goddard. I’ve read about so many of his prospective pictures lately that I don’t know which ones to believe anymore.

Dear Diary,

Bob Hope’s guest tonight was Hedda Hopper. She certainly can take a joke. (She has to be able to in order to be a guest on Bob’s program.)

Bob opened his program tonight by congratulating Fibber McGee and Molly on their sixth anniversary. And they’re rival comedians.

In the song version Bob ran a hat shop. Brenda and Cobina were models. When Hedda Hopper came in Brenda and Cobina asked Hedda to show them how to influence men. She said the approach was the really important thng. She pointed to a man walking in the door and said, “Now I want you to walk up to him, and remember what I told you. One-two-three-go!” (Running, glass crashing, tables turning over.) Hedda cried triumphantly, “See. I beat you again!”

Dear Diary,

I saw “The Road to Zanzibar” two more times today. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of that picture. I probably wan’t see it again until it comes to the Texas, unless it is held over at the Tower.

I forgot to listen to Hedda Hopper today, and she probably talked about Bob Hope a good deal since she will be his guest tomorrow night. She might even turn around and have Bob as her guest. You never can tell what these Hollywood columnists might do.

Dear Diay,

Today Hedda Hopper said that Bob Hope had been invited to be the M.C. at some benefit. He had to refuse because he’s making a picture and is booked for several benefits already. She said that he could be triplets and still not accept all the offers he gets.

I read in the paper today that Bob’s newest picture, “Louisiana Purchase,” will be made in technicolor.

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper shattered my dreams. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby were going to go on a golf tour over the country and would have come to Dallas. That’s where Hedda Hopper comes in. Today she said, “The golf tour planned by Bob Hope and Bing Crosby, which would have taken them to Dallas and Ft. Worth and to a match with the Duke of Windsor in Florida, was called off five minutes ago because Bing has to report for work on a new picture.” I have one consolation though. I found out in the morning paper that Paramount had succeeded in buying the screen rights to “Louisiana Purchase” and that Bob Hope had been assigned the leading role.

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper said that Bob Hope had to jump out of a plane in a parachute for “Caught In the Draft.” When he got ready to jump he said, “I feel like a swallow about to take off for Capistrano!”

In a magazine I read that he had turned down an offer to become mayor of Hollywood because it would interfere with his benefit performances. “Besides,” he said, “if I get into politics they might make me president, and look how long they keep you there!”

Dear Diary,

I got my report cards today. In Algebra I made A on third report and A on the exam. In music I made A on third report and B on the exam. In History I made B on third report and A on the exam. In English I made A on third report and A on exam. In Latin I made C on third report and B on the exam.

I bought a magazine tonight that had two pictures of Bob Hope in it. There was one article by Hedda Hopper in which she gave her opinions on several Hollywood subjects. She listed Bob Hope as the most entertaining man off the screen and Bob Hope and Bing Crosby as being able to take a joke. (They were the only two under the latter heading.)

Dear Diary,

I was in the paper this morning that one of Bob Hope’s old pictures would be out at the Knox Theatre next Thursday and I have a holiday then. I doubt If Mother will let me go but there’s no harm in asking.

I had two final exams today. They were in Music and History. I think I made about B in Music and A in History but there’s no telling what I really made.

The encore Iturbi played was Albeniz just like I thought. I’m not familiar with the composition itself but it sounded like his style.

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper said something cute about Bob Hope. When Coach O’Shaughnessy was there for the Rose Bowl game he asked Bob Hope if he had ever played football. Bob said, “Of course I’ve played football. I sat on the bench a lot, but the coach called me in when the team was in a tight spot. One day the players kept getting injured and the coach kept sending in substitutes until I was the only sub left on the bench. Finally the coach said, ‘Get up, Hope, I’m sending in the bench.'”

In the Journal it said that Bob Hope thought he had a sure plan of how to become the nation’s number one box-office draw. He is thinking about changing his name to Banke Knight.

Dear Diary,

Today on the radio Hedda Hopper repeated that story I read in the paper yesterday about Jack Chapin, who was caught in the draft.

This morning Betty Lou gave me two pictures of Bob Hope. There were both from “The Road To Singapore” and both pretty good, but not as good as the three I gave her yesterday. I got three pictures of him out of a magazine today. They were accompanied by a swell article about him telling what several people think about him.

Dear Diary,

Today Hedda Hopper said that Bob Hope had been given a two weeks vacation and that he was happy because so far he had booked only six benefits. In the paper this morning it said that he was entertaining several refugee children. From all the charities and benefits he does I gather that he must be a pretty swell fellow. (I’ve never doubted that anyway.) I’d rather meet him than anyone I can think of because, whether he’s always joking in private life or not, he seems like the kind of person it would be a pleasure to know and be around. (Besides, he’s cute.)